Trebuia sa fie un post despre carti. Insa nici una dintre cartile de mai jos nu m-au facut sa ating chestia aia pe care o numesc orgasm intelectual. Asa ca a devenit o scuza pentru a prezenta un citat. Neil Gaiman in The Sandman. Asta da, asta m-a atins.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
Without further ado, these make for a more knowlegeable but very confused Daianara.
Posted by fiicabucurestiului on August 24, 2009 at 12:16 pm
this quote makes me feel good. makes me realize I am not the only one.
Posted by daianara on August 24, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Not the only one in what way? It makes me wanna rob a drug store.
Posted by fiicabucurestiului on August 24, 2009 at 1:04 pm
legal drugs are more dangerous than the others.
Posted by fiicabucurestiului on August 24, 2009 at 1:07 pm
“the others” sa zicem ca ar fi love, sa nu iasa discutii.
Posted by Xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 1:11 pm
I say that regular drugs are more honest than love – they just destroy your brain and body, and leave your heart alone…
Posted by daianara on August 24, 2009 at 1:26 pm
That’s true. In theory. But decay brings about decay. Destroy your mind and body and your heart will be destroyed as well. Chiar daca nu direct.
Love is a fucking virus. Si nu o zic cu resentiment, doar constat.
Posted by xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Cand esti tanar, dragostea-i un virus. Mai incolo… cine stie. O femeie in varsta, de la tara, mi-a zis ca dragoste e atunci cand ii speli barbatului ciorapii. Sau cand el iti spala chilotii cand esti tu bolnava. La vremea respectiva, mi se parea ca dragostea o boala, te face sa-ti placa sa speli lucrurile altuia
Posted by daianara on August 24, 2009 at 4:16 pm
Cute. Si testata teoria. Bine, nu am ajuns la spalat de chiloti, dar la un nivel de intimitate care permitea multe lucruri si te facea sa-ti doresti altele, de care in mod normal ai fugi. Gasesc foarte comfortabil sentimentul asta.
Posted by xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Io am ajuns sa-i pun ciorapii pe sarma! se pune asta?
Nivelul de intimitate la care poti ajunge fara sa fugi a crescut la mine si cu varsta.. si cu acceptarea unor chestii inerente omului… mnoah, la 18 ani altele erau conceptiile.
Dar e intr-adevar confortabil sa ajungi la o anumita intimitate… it makes you feel you’re not alone
Posted by xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 4:36 pm
Vreau si eu Zei americani….
Posted by daianara on August 24, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Da, normal. Eu am ajuns sa vreau sa fac de mancare. Bine, mai mult pentru mine chestia asta si mai mult de nevoie, but still…
Si la 18 ani…hehehe, most of my class mates married straight out of high school. Poate au gasit ce cautau. Cred ca ar fi grozav daca ar fi adevarat
Si Xelo, daca ajungi in Cluj, cartea aia ti-o fac cadou, te lo juro!
Posted by xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 5:35 pm
OMG! la 18 ani deja s-au insurat?? Cel mai devreme ni s-a insurat o colega la 21 de ani… dup-aia, la 24, cred ca s-au casatorit vreo 5, la 25 inca n-am auzit de niciuna. Iar la 26 – stiu sigur una. Restul ramanem vesele
(eram 13 fete si vreo 10 baieti)
Baietii is toti liberi
Posted by daianara on August 24, 2009 at 6:04 pm
Erau, majoritatea, fete simple, care au fost educate ca scopul unei femei in viata e sa se marite si sa faca copii. Si asta cat mai repede si cu Dumnezeu ca martor. Cand m-am intalnit cu ele, cativa ani mai tarziu, erau deja la a 2-a nastere, fara facultate, fara job si pareau cat se poate de fericite.
Intr-un fel le invidiez. Au gasit un baiat la fel ca ele, fara traume, fara fear of commitment ( si cu rautate zic: fara experienta ) si hopa familia. Si am impresia ca ii genul de relatie care nu o sa se sfarseasca in divort. A clear, sharp mind isn’t all that apparently.
Posted by Xelomon on August 24, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Io zic ca n-ai de ce sa le invidiezi
Posted by daianara on August 25, 2009 at 6:20 pm
Da mai, stiu, viata mea e pe placul meu si diferita de a lor. But what I envy about them is the one thing I don’t have at the moment. Does that make me petty?
Posted by xelomon on August 26, 2009 at 10:48 am
Nope.
Ele/ei nu-si dau seama ce au, de obice, si e mai bine si ptr ele, si ptr ei.
You will have it some day…. and you’ll have it Your Way
Posted by bloggerulcici on August 26, 2009 at 1:45 pm
Trist citat.
Daianara, care e mai exact the one thing you don’t have at the moment?
Posted by daianara on August 26, 2009 at 4:19 pm
@Xelo Buna chestie. Chiar azi ma gandeam ca devin tot mai putin dispusa sa accept doleante/pretentii de la altii. Adica, my friend, macar sa negociem, ce naiba! Asta e diferit de “neconditionatul” mentionat intr-un post anterior. Ala se referea strict la friendship.
@Danny My half. Sau realist vorbind, someone to love and who’ll love me back. In afara de parinti.
Posted by bloggerulcici on August 26, 2009 at 4:40 pm
E simplu, nu cauti unde/cum trebuie.
Posted by daianara on August 26, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Neah, I just need to go out more.
Posted by bloggerulcici on August 26, 2009 at 4:40 pm
P.S. ” @ Danny My half”
Mi-a placut asta!